We are all prejudiced.

One of them wore a dark-brown, baggie, hoodie such that I couldn't see his face. The other wore fatigues. They walked a pit bull across the street from where I sat in my car waiting for an NPR broadcast of the Moth Story Hour to end before heading into the pharmacy. I watched them with suspicion. On the sidewalk, between the church and the nursing home, the dog stopped to do his business. The boy in fatigues pulled a plastic bag out of his pocket and promptly cleaned it up.
They kept on walking.
The radio program ended and I exited my car - chagrined.


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